Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 640 88. Mortarion: This won’t work

Necrontyr...

Orikan the Astrologer silently took off his hood, and the river of time was watching it in confusion.

Time is being played with.

Although it doesn't want to admit it, Orican knows that it can never solve all this by itself, and it needs to find an ally.

Traveling under the chaotic and huge underground palace of the alien race, Orikan accepted the invitation of the king of the alien race.

It was also promised a return.

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"I can not accept."

Trazin said word by word, Ancient Saint? Ancient Sage? Ancient Sage? !

This word sleeps in the deepest part of its underlying logic, and all Necrontyr will carefully avoid it, finding it difficult to accept, unable to accept it - this anticlimactic war has taken too much away from them.

But Trazin's computing machines are executing faithfully, and the truth they insist on avoiding is right in front of them. The Necrontyr went to war out of jealousy, but fell into the trap of the Star God in the middle of the war... and the Old Ones disappeared.

This...this was the Necrontyr's mistake.

They chose the wrong path, started the war wrongly, and believed in the wrong target wrongly. When their souls were gone and their bodies were only metal, looking at his robot-like people, the Emperor realized that he had committed a heinous crime.

But it was too late.

They are a group of the dead guarding huge treasures. No amount of money and jewelry can bring them to the other side.

The Necrons have already used codes to simulate the existence of the Necrontyr in the past. As long as the personality data is lost, it is equivalent to death——

But no matter how sophisticated the instruments are and how advanced the technology is, hundreds of thousands of years are enough to erase everything. They are just delaying death.

But the most deadly thing is not just that.

As the Necrontyr abandoned death, so did the new life.

With each additional data loss, the Necron lost a member of their race forever.

Necrons don't have newborns.

Without new life, this race has long been declared dead.

This is why... why Trazin and the other Necrons are so eager to return to the Necrontyr, they are trying to make up for their mistakes.

They are obsessed with it.

But—but—but—the Old One?

Trazin's arithmetic machine was calculating, and the Necrons, who were good at multi-thread thinking, focused their thoughts on this matter. Overheating buzzed, and they rarely mentioned that existence - the ancient saint may represent a certain failure, a certain A shameful history, they represent the folly of the Necrontyr.

The Old Ones should have been buried in the deepest recesses of history, undiscovered and forgotten except by silly Eldar songs.

But the Primarch took it upon himself to bring it up.

The Ancient Saint... Trazin felt a little pain. It felt that its program was being interrupted by its subconscious again and again, but it continued to think.

Finally... Trazyn could barely show any emotions, it couldn't sense them, but -

"This possibility exists,"

Trazin said that for the first time, it felt like one of those low-level Necrons, cold and entirely composed of programs.

"But it is impossible," it said, "the Old Ones are gone and we cannot find them again."

Trazin's body slumped and looked very tired.

"But thanks anyway, this is indeed a way of thinking - but for us..."

Tara smiled hard and shook her head.

[It’s just a possibility. 】

Mortarion said calmly, "I am just pursuing the answer to this question - and one of the ideas and solutions is like this." 】

[Besides...] Mortarion narrowed his eyes, [You don’t have the technology to travel through time or change time. 】

"No!"

Trazin shouted, "Some things cannot be changed - time travel is not what you think. Huge paradoxes run through it. Only the best Necron can try to change the past - and... if If something is too big, then retrospection will be ineffective, and only the end of time can be shaken by us.”

The Necron looked at Mortarion seriously,

"I know what you're thinking - you want me to go back to the time of the Old Ones?"

[Just a suggestion,] Mortarion said, [It has nothing to do with anything else, as I said, I am just solving this problem. 】

Trazin shook his head, "Impossible, ridiculous, completely impossible."

The Necron thought for a moment and then said,

"There are several faults in the long river of time we are in now. After the faults, it is impossible to trace back, and the latest big fault is the awakening of Slaanesh."

The Primarch raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing.

Trazyn was silent for another moment. It looked thoughtful, its arms crossed, its metal face looking more serious. The Primarch was silent, giving the Necron time to think.

Finally, Trazin shook her head.

"Thank you for your previous advice," it said, "but after this... don't mention it again."

The primarch nodded.

【So we have ended our last cooperation? 】

Mortarion asked, and Trazyn paused.

"I may need to provide you with some after-sales service."

Necron said, looking at Hades, whose eyes were empty.

"He...isn't quite right, is he?"

The primarch's breathing became sluggish, and finally Mortarion nodded undeniably. The primarch narrowed his eyes.

[Can you explain to me what exactly the Lord of Humanity did back then? 】

"Hey!" Hades shouted, "Wait, why are you skipping the parties involved and starting to talk!"

Both ignored him. Trazyn decisively ignored Hades and began to explain - he dared not underestimate the Primarch who could trace back to the Old Saints.

"At least give me a little Death Guard!"

Hades continued to protest. Mortarion was silent for a moment, and finally raised his hand. A little Death Guard appeared under his hand and looked at Hades.

The Primarch signaled the little warrior with his eyes.

Don't move.

[... He won't hurt you. ]

Still motionless, but at least not shaking.

The Primarch was silent. For the small Death Guard who was completely a creature of the Warp, perhaps... from their perspective, Hades was closer to the image of Nurgle.

Correction, even more difficult to accept than Nurgle.

Mortarion still wanted to persuade the little Death Guard, but the next moment, a gust of black wind suddenly rushed over! At a speed that the Primarch could not react, Hades successfully took down the large chess piece.

Mortarion's pupils trembled. The Primarch looked at the child in Hades' arms who was screaming and calling for help...

Hades pressed down the struggling little Death Guard's arms, curiously touched the armor, and lifted the little Death Guard up to examine the scars on the armor and the eyepiece in detail...

Hmm... the aging is so damn realistic! Hades thought, no, this is the real old trace, and the lighting! He was still struggling to learn how to light, but the little Death Guard directly installed the light on his eyepiece!

No... Be patient... The Primarch took a deep breath... Although his comrade's hand was a little hurt, it would not hurt him-Behind him, Hades laughed and began to try to take off the little Mortarion armor. Hades planned to see if he could change the armor, or look at the head sculpture-

Tarasim stared in amazement at the gust of wind blowing in front of him, and then Hades was hit to the ground by the sickle handle, and Mortarion holding the little Death Guard in one hand.

【No, it's OK. 】

Mortarion said firmly that everyone has a bottom line, and perhaps he should add another one to his bottom line.

The Primarch took a deep breath and exhaled a long stream of white mist.

Mortarion looked at Hades tiredly,

[Hades, I know what I'm going to say will frustrate you,]

The Primarch said, [But I still have to say... I hope you have a preliminary understanding of your own image in the Warp...]

Mortarion paused, and the little Death Guard in his hand seemed to have received a major blow, showing a seventh-level trance and severe loss of fighting spirit.

[You can't abuse them anymore.]

Mortarion said, and Hades spread his hands innocently, "I didn't do anything!"

[Your existence is the greatest abuse.]

Mortarion's dead fish eyes, [Hades... Do you still remember the Amarilla Swamp that we cleared on Barbarus? 】

Hades was stunned. Of course he remembered that it was an extremely disgusting swamp, like a gathering of rotten corpses, covered with mud, and attacked the spirit and physics indiscriminately like a giant shit slime, and it was like throwing shit at them when attacking.

Hades found a corner where no one was after the extermination, and lay dying for three days, thinking that his life was over.

One point that needs to be explained is that there is a lack of clean water resources on Barbarus, and it is impossible to take a shower.

Motarion and Karas have adapted well to this, a dung-type Primarch commanding dung-type villagers.

【Actually...】

Motarion looked away with a guilty conscience, and he pulled his hood,

【You are more shocking than the existence there...】

Hades opened his arms, "I know, but I see you, Magnus, Malcador, the Lord of Mankind..."

His voice became smaller.

"Okay."

Hades said, "I know, only those with high enough will can look directly at me?"

What is the ancient god of the Kr system.

Mortarion pulled his hood up again, covering his eyes.

[Maybe,] Mortarion said hesitantly, [but other than that, don't abuse them anymore. ]

The Primarch was silent for a moment. He realized that Hades couldn't fully understand, because for the creatures of the Warp, their senses are far richer than the physical world. Hades may only understand the urge to vomit - but for Hades, this is the point he has been able to overcome the most in a long time.

!

Mortarion thought of it.

[Maybe...] The Primarch said slowly, touched the head of the offspring, and sat back down again, [Maybe I can show you the words that Karas wrote specifically to scold you, and you may understand, wraith. ]

[But now,] the Primarch said cautiously, [No, absolutely not, I can't give them to you, they can sacrifice in the disgusting Nurgle Garden, but they can't die near you. ]

Hades was a little disappointed, but expressed his understanding, "Maybe I... understand?" Mortarion paused, [I'll take you flying, let them go. 】

Hades's mouth smiled brightly again, "It's a deal." Hades said.

Trazyn was thoughtful, and he regretted a little. Maybe he should have left a few little Death Guards to threaten the Pale Lord.

...

"Star Gods have the ability to possess, and they can plunder or be plundered," Trazyn explained. He glanced at Hades, who seemed to have lost his ideal in life and was lying down.

"But I have only seen a Star God take over another Star God - Orikan couldn't do it either. He is the first! The first! I can't imagine the boldness of the Lord of Man."

Tarasim was silent for a moment, "According to common sense, soulless and absolutely physical beings can all try, but most of them are taken over. He is the only one who takes the initiative to take over a Star God."

Death raised his head slightly,

[Humans are tough enough to defeat gods,] the Primarch said, [This... I once doubted it, but reality has proved everything to us. ]

[He did it, that's it, this is the will of mankind. ]

Mortarion said, even though Hades behind him now had no image.

"Don't praise," Hades waved his hand, "Old Mo, the wine is gone."

Mortarion took out a bottle from the mist and threw it back without looking back.

"So," Trazyn said, "I'm curious about how far he can go in the end, and how everything will return to one?"

The Primarch was silent, and the sound of pouring wine gurgled behind him, and Hades shouted,

"No! Absolutely not!" Hades said, "I have now swallowed... uh... about five fragments? I fell into an illusion before."

Trazyn stared at Hades,

"But the side effects of you after this are almost equal to nothing - the desire for souls may also be the reason why you don't take the initiative to eat."

"And," Trazyn paused, "In fact, the piece of Deceiver that I fed you had already swallowed at least three other pieces of Star God fragments before."

The Primarch looked at the Necrons with dissatisfaction,

[Why did you do this? 】

"Oh my god!" Trazyn raised his hands innocently, "He needs to grow up, and he keeps crying for hunger in my museum. What can I do?!"

"I didn't cry!"

"You did! You have disturbed the stasis of my collection at least four times! Do you know how time-consuming and laborious it is to catch them again?!"

[……]

"So the key point is willpower," the Necron pointed to his head, "The will of the physical world... It's completely unclear... We have no way to judge the extent of his will through the subspace, and naturally there is no way to judge whether Hades can continue to devour it."

"Maybe I can completely shatter the original will of the Star God fragment before swallowing it," Hades said, "and then eat it."

He has understood that it is like the big fish eating the small fish, and he will become stronger after eating it. If it doesn't work... He can carry it with him like the Burner, grab one at a critical moment, and become stronger instantly like taking drugs.

However... Hades is not in a hurry now, because in terms of single-body ability, he can already touch Chaos, and there is no need to take risks.

"It depends on your choice," Trazyn spread his hands and paused. "But I can help."

The Necrons glanced at the Primarch, who seemed to be caught up in a new round of thinking. It was time.

Tarasim looked at Hades.

Since the Necron was really irreparable...Tarasim felt a faint sadness...then...then let it...

It was unwilling to submit to the Silent King again.

In fact, this free will had long been unwilling to bow to any authority.

It was the strict hierarchy of the Necrontyr that ultimately led to their tragedy.

Tarasim asked himself, could it bow to a king who had led the entire race to destruction? Would it be willing to see the remains of its people continue to execute stupid orders?

Compared with the Silent King, what was wrong with it, Tarasim? ! It was just that the bed that gave birth to them hundreds of thousands of years ago was slightly different.

Since the final fate was destruction, why not make yourself live more comfortably? !

"Hades, since I have to give you some aftermath anyway... then... shall we talk about some new cooperation?"

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Small theater:

The Primarch was silent for a moment, and he walked into Karas's private lounge with a guilty conscience. The room was full of old age, with a slightly larger bed, a desk, and a workbench.

On the wall hung the spells written and drawn by Karas himself, and books on government affairs and psychic powers were neatly placed next to the desk. Mortarion also saw a photo of Karas and Grugol. The second captain ten thousand years ago had already died.

The Primarch squatted down, and his bone-like fingers knocked on the third drawer of the desk. The lock full of curses fell off, and he opened the drawer and took out the diary.

There is a hobby of writing in the Death Guard, not only Karas, but also Vox is quite good at writing.

Mortarion knew that Karas had always had a diary, and Karas allowed the Primarch to read it, but Mortarion always thought it was unnecessary to read it. Later... Karas locked the diary.

He carefully opened the diary. Most of the pages were curses, and the level of swearing was extremely high. Mortarion even saw the words that Karas cursed him.

But the purpose of his trip was not this. Crouching beside the number axis, Mortarion quickly flipped through it. Finally, he found it--

"Shit.

A huge, rolling, tentacled pile of shit, but the reason why I vomited in the end was not this, but because of the stupid voice that came out of it.

Lord of mankind, is it too late for me to convert to you now? But I have sold my soul to a fly that is willing to work with shit. God-shit and flies are so close, what am I?

"

Mortarion felt a little angry, and he looked back at his wings.

"He is more annoying than government affairs, more smelly than toilets, and more bloated than "Na Gou". Sometimes I hate that I am still alive and have psychic gifts - people should not be tortured by this, I would rather drink from the river in the garden."

"The idiot seems to be a little overworked recently, which is a good thing, I am already celebrating."

"... Karas, if you take on more work for yourself, I will look down on you."

"Idiot, I have repeatedly emphasized that you should stop trying to talk to me, and stop exuding your bright, majestic, kind and warm personality charm - I know you are just greeting me out of your damn healthy and disgusting personality. You can devote this energy to others instead of a poor person who can't die.

In fact ——I am not ill at all, the only problem is that my willpower is all restraining myself from vomiting——instead of reporting to you.

If I leave here, I will recover quickly, just like a tuberculosis patient breathing fresh air for the first time——I am now committing suicide under the statue of the Lord of Mankind, can I reunite with Garro? "

"Sometimes I envy the lack of talent of that kid Vorx."

"The Primarch is in a bad state recently, it's time to remind him to stay away from shit."

"How could I think so hard that I mixed with them?"

"Maybe this is why I am doomed to fail, a huge loser."

Motarion slowly closed the book, the Primarch thought it necessary to pay attention to the mental state of his most capable deputy.

Even though he was still very angry.